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Jun 12
I hesitate to call your phone
You're home by now and I'm alone
The unsaid hunts my drunken mind
In disdained eyes I pray go blind

I stargaze in this mental state
Where twinkling will exaggerate
And all said and done we're still around
With each the other losing ground

Psychosis with your heavy thumb
The streets awaken when you come
And the unread fonts between the line
Echo sane by your design
Written by
Chris  56/M/Running the roads
(56/M/Running the roads)   
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